Picking fruit on a fruit farm.
The fruit farm is 5 minutes walk from my house for starters, so I didn't have far to go and I didn't need breakfast because I'd eat fruit all day as I was picking (I'd only eat the ones that we deemed 'below shop standards', which was a shockingly high percentage).

On top of this, I was paid by the amount I picked so I didn't have to be in on time in the morning. In fact, being late was an advantage; most of the output of the farm was strawberries which paid less per punnet picked. By turning up late I was often put onto raspberries, tayberries or black and redcurrants 'cos there were too many picking strawberries.

We also sometimes got driven up to a separate field to a massive raspberry field and left there all day to pick a set amount of fruit. We'd usually pick this fairly fast, and spend the rest of the day sleeping in the sun and eating the rejects.

The strawberry fights were pretty good too.
( guffguff fuckes your gradeds balls!, Sun 12 Sep 2010, 16:15, 4 replies)

Eating that many berries must have given you the chronic shits.

( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Sun 12 Sep 2010, 17:18, closed)

and
dangleberries!
(f_rev, Sun 12 Sep 2010, 18:43, closed)

People are starving in third world countries
Adn we're having food fights!
(ChiTown Guy Dating when 35+: sane, single, attractive - pick 2, Sun 12 Sep 2010, 22:36, closed)

I know...
it made me really sad realising how much food got thrown away because it wasn't shop-standard. Most of them were fine apart from minor blemishes. We could have fed one African village with the discarded fruit, and still the shop who bought them cancelled the contract because the fruit wasn't good enough quality.
( guffguff fuckes your gradeds balls!, Mon 13 Sep 2010, 9:17, closed)